This is where it all started for the second time. When I was young I was very keen. Not that successful, but keen to learn and spent a lot of time wading rivers trying to catch trout on a fly. After I married I put it all away while we managed our family. My Christmas present in 2003 was a couple of days with a guide in the Tasmanian highlands fly fishing. What a sensational present. Didn't do much after that until one day in January 2008, when I met the Maestro. He introduced me to the mighty Ovens River at Harrietville and taught me a few of the finer points of fly fishing. I believe I knew 95% of what he told me, but the other 5% now accounts for a lot of fish.
How could any woman not be attracted to a bloke in a get up like that?!?!?
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